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Lucretia Mac Evil, little girl, what's your game?Hard luck and trouble, bound to be your claim to fameTail shakin', home breakin', truckin' through townEach and ev'ry country mother's son hangin' 'roundDrive a young man insaneEvil, that's your name Lucretia Mac Evil, that's the thing you're doin' fineBack seat Delilah, got your sixfoot jug o' wineI hear your mother was the talk of the stixNothin' that your daddy wouldn't do for kicksNever done a thing worth whileEvil, woman child Devil got you, Lucy under lock and keyAin't about to set you freeSigned, sealed and witnessed on the day you were bornNo use trying to fake him out, no use trying to make him outSoon he'll be taking out his dueWhat you gonna do, oh Lucy Mac EvilHoney, where you been all night?Your hair's all messed up, babe'N' the clothes your wearin'Just don't fit you rightBig Daddy Joes paying your monthly rentTells his wife he can't imagine where the money's wentDressing you up in style, evil woman child From Letras Mania